The Girl of Your Dreams

You will never guess what I found in the pocket of your old jeans.
Among a couple of pennies and an ole dry cleaner receipt.
Was a note from a woman, you’ve long since forgotten; it broke my heart to read.
I wrote when I was young and you were still in love with me.
Before you walk out that door, I just want to make sure that you remember me.
Let me read you these lines, from a letter that’s signed, the girl of your
dreams.
I don’t like, soap operas, romance novels, I don’t need no diamonds or furs.
Don’t want nothing dying to make me pretty, no one living to put me first.
I like Truck stops, midnight talks and my favorite color is green.
I like slow dancing under the stars and I like the way that it feels with your
arms around me.
The girl of your dreams
Have the years that we’ve spent her together been that cruel?
There’s nothing left but the words from this letter, between me and you.
Now you say there is someone that you’ve fallen in love with, but I find it
hard to believe.
You can love her so blindly and no longer find me, the girl of your dreams.
I still like DJ’s that turn it up when they play, ___ Mrs American Pie,
I like Gone with the Wind and I love Marilyn and Jessica Lang when she played
patsy Cline.
I like holding your hand with my toes in the sand and the wind of f a silvery
sea.
I like long kisses and short good byes and you’ll never know just how hard that
I tried to be, the girl of your dreams.
I still like Early June, Late September, I loved you but I don’t think you
remember me.
The girl of your dreams.